"Magic is in the air ... there ain't no science here..."
And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!
'God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus! —
Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS.
And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the ...